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there was any fictional character my father hated, it was Bambi. “Acting all innocent. Oh yeah, the hunter’s always bad, isn’t he! He has red eyes and he kills your mommy!” Flames began to gulp up the screen. “Booooooo-hooooooo, the precious forest is on fire!” he continued, in the same tone he used when he openly mocked Earth Day. “Sack up and be a man, Bambi. I’m coming for you.”
Whenever I call Paul, he asks me if I’m going to talk about how Dad used to take him into the backyard and throw baseballs at him.” “What?” Mom exclaims. “Why did he do that?” “To cure him of his fear of baseballs.”
How would you even kiss Ronald McDonald without getting clown makeup all over your face? And when he looked at you with an expression of lusty intent, wouldn’t you just feel like a hamburger?